To challenge the ordeal of life alone is bitterness and being
a patient in the same hospital where you work is even a bigger torment. Losing
my wife and being paralyzed was a lot to indulge. On the whole, my life has
been intensely complex for the past couple weeks. Maybe I should stop and introduce myself.
Hello there, my name is James Harvard, just another miserable 25 year old. I have been working as a specialized doctor in a hospital for three years, so was my wife. Well, my wife and I have been married for four years. She was a 23 year old and our marriage was very successful until last week. I just lost her forever.
It was a pleasant Thursday evening; I decided to go on a dinner date with my lovely. After our busy schedule at work, we were on our way to the restaurant when a car coming the wrong way crashed into us. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital bed.
Hello there, my name is James Harvard, just another miserable 25 year old. I have been working as a specialized doctor in a hospital for three years, so was my wife. Well, my wife and I have been married for four years. She was a 23 year old and our marriage was very successful until last week. I just lost her forever.
It was a pleasant Thursday evening; I decided to go on a dinner date with my lovely. After our busy schedule at work, we were on our way to the restaurant when a car coming the wrong way crashed into us. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital bed.
I immediately tried to get up but I couldn't. The more I tried,
the more I realized the truth. The nurses who were my colleagues tried to reveal
the cold truth. I could take in the fact that I won’t be able to walk for the
rest of my life but the loss of my beloved wife killed me inside. I lost a part
of me. No one could ever separate us but now she is gone. The heavens above
gained a beautiful angel, my angel.
I spend a copious hours eating the pain away, I snapped back
into reality when a kid entered my room. I recognized him as soon as I met his
eyes, it was John Tucker. John was definitely my favorite patient of all. He
was an 8 year old with a bad case of leukemia and had been admitted in the
hospital for the past six months.
John sat down next to me with tears with his eyes, he asked,
“Are you okay Doctor James?” “Never been better”, I lied. John was too young to
understand how I felt. The feelings of all the walls closing in on you, the
feeling when you lose the person you love the most. It was an indescribable
feeling. “Everything is going to be okay, I will always be there for you just
like how you have been there for me”, he stated confidently. He kissed me good
night and left. I don’t remember when I fell asleep that night but it felt as
though I just fell asleep when I woke up the next morning.
As soon as I woke up, I was greeted by a very enthusiastic
John. He said, ‘A very good morning, Doctor James”. He had a very beautiful
smile, I couldn’t resist but smile back at him. “Good morning to you too”, I
replied. “How are you today?”
“I’m good thank you
John”, I declared.
“Do you believe in
yourself Doctor?” he asked with great interest.
“I certainly do. Do you believe in yourself John”, I asked.
“I do. I also do believe that my cancer would be cured one
day and I also will be able see you walk”. His reply left me flabbergasted.
John soon left my side and walked to the window on the far end of the room. He
called out to me. “DOCTOR JOHN!”
“Yes”, I replied.
“It is beautiful here. Don’t you wish to see the view
Doctor?”
“I do John but I can’t”, I replied not failing to show the
sorrow on my face.
“How about I describe it to you?” he stated with glee.
“That would be very well”, I confirmed.
Subsequently, he
began with his description,” The window faces a garden which is at the back of
the hospital. This view is breathtaking, it’s a shame most people don’t get to
see it. There are gorgeous butterflies fluttering everywhere. Don’t get me
started on the flowers, they are just simply dazzling. Oh, I see an old couple
holding hands and enjoying their surroundings. True love never dies, am I right
doctor?” I couldn't resist the chuckle that escaped my lips” Yes, you are
John”. I replied. “Jesus! This place is stunning. I hope you get to see it
someday”, he stated offering me an assuring smile. “I hope so too”, I declared while
returning the smile. With that John left for his day. I was all alone for the
day although the nurses came to check on me a few times. Lost in a lonely
feeling, all I could ever think about was my wife and John. Not to lie, I also
thought about the view from the window. The way John described it gave me a
feeling to just ditch my legs and somehow go see the view. It was dark and I
was getting used to sleepless nights.
It was morning soon and I felt extremely worn out. I decided
to take a quick nap since John didn't show up. As soon as I opened my eyes
after a short nap, I was greeted by John. He looked like a little angel whom
God send to replace my wife. John showed no signs of his illness; he seemed so
strong that it was unbelievable he is a cancer patient. He wished me a good
afternoon and asked me if I wanted to know what’s going on out the window.
With pleasure he decided to describe it to me. He began with
how beautiful and content the birds seemed and how refreshing the wind was.
Then he informed me about the smell of flowers and how the children
delightfully ran around admiring what they saw. Each of his words made to want
to run towards the window, it was killing me inside the fact that I couldn't
experience such a view. He then continued for hours explaining every single
detail about the garden.
Unexpectedly, John screamed “OH NO!” his face was filled with
extreme horror and sorrow. “What’s wrong John?” I asked with great concern. He
replied, “An old man fell down losing grip on his walking stick.” John had
tears in his eyes whilst watching the old man struggle to get back on his feet.
John screamed, “Come on! Get up! You can do it! Get up! Come on!” he continued
motivating the old man. I was so inspired to go and see what’s happening. I
slowly forced myself to sit at the edge of the bed and I was successful. John
was still screaming to the old man, “Come on! Get up! You can do it! Get up!
Come on!” I strained myself to the limit to take my first step. I carefully
took the step and I unfortunately fell to the ground. John turned around
hearing the loud thud.
He carefully lifted me up and supported me to walk to the
window. Yes. I did it; I actually was able to walk to the window while the
tears of happiness streamed down mine and John’s face. I was left flabbergasted
to just see a wall instead of a garden. I gave John a questioning look. He
said,” Doctor I’m so sorry I lied to you. I just wanted to see you walk again.
You inspired me so much that I wanted to help people in life just like how you
do”. I was speechless after hearing that from an 8 year old. I couldn't
describe how I felt; I wrapped my arms around John and showed him my gratitude.
The next morning I rushed towards John’s room to spend my
last day at the hospital as a patient. I was greeted with an empty cleared out room. I asked a
nurse who passed by if she knew where John was. She started weeping at my
question and then the truth struck like a lightning. John had passed away in
his sleep the other night. I felt miserable; he was a son I have never had. A
friend I have never gotten to know more about. He was truly a legend. John
Tucker you will be missed.
-Aleena Rose 10G2
